Taken (h.s.) **EDITING**

Taken: Ch. 11

First Draft. Will be changed. Once so,  the following chapters will not make sense nor correspond with this chapter. You will be alerted when each chapter is redone.

[HARRY'S POV | Thursday, 8:41 p.m.]

I chuckle at Niall, who's making fake slurping noises, a big grin on all of our faces. He looks at me with wide eyes and a smirk.

Still laughing, I say, "C'mon guys. I smell something good. Let's get us a blood bag, eh?" They nod and Louis lights up. I ruffle his hair jokingly and he tries to do the same to me. "Don't. Touch. My. Hair," I say as an idle threat. He giggles to himself and pokes my hair, then runs away screaming. We're all enjoying ourselves on this night, we decided earlier to try and find a long-term victim, or a "blood bag", because seriously, it tastes way better than a bottle of blood from the blood bank.

Mid-stride through downtown Cochran, a scent hits me. It hits me hard. I stop in the middle of the sidewalk and breathe it in. I feel my eyes turning red and my eyeteeth elongating to stick out of my mouth slightly.

"You okay, mate?" Zayn asks worriedly. I ignore his remark and my eyes shoot open. The guys are taken aback by my change in eye colour, it usually never happens unless we're feeding or really angry.

I feel no emotion as I take off in a burst of speed, racing across Cochran and through some small forests, jumping over cars and other obstacles. I only feel bloodlust and need coursing through me, calling to me, waiting to be answered.

I need to drink this human.

I sense the others behind me and, relying on pure instinct, turn and stop. A feral snarl rips out of my mouth. I'm surprised by my own action, but go along with it; I know that I can't fight it. They back off, but when I start running again I hear their pursuit. I manage to hold off the urge to rip their heads clean off their necks, I tell the instinct inside of me they're keeping me safe and possibly backing me up. The instinct grumbles but does little else on the subject of the boys. On the subject of the scent though, well, that's a different story.

In a series of moments we're in the "outskirts" of Calgary, outside a strip mall. I can tell that the scent is coming from a mom-and-pop grocery store. The sign over the doors reads "Diablo's".

The delicious aroma is the strongest than ever, sending me into a wild frenzy.

"Hey!" I growl as eight hands lock onto me and pull me into an alley.

"Liam, what the fuck are you doing?" I snarl at him and the others.

"Calm down, mate! What happened?" Niall asks from behind me. I struggle and end up getting pushed into the wall. He repeats his question.

"The smell!" I wail. They share a look and Lou pulls out something from his wallet, and stuffs them up my nose.

"Noseplugs," Louis says, patting me on the back. I instantly start to calm down and sigh.

"I guess we found a good blood baggie," I joke, panting. They laugh halfheartedly. I touch my nose and feel that the nose plugs are unnoticeable, yet easy to get out.

"We'll meet you in THE alley." I know what alley Lou's talking about; it's the one where we all were first turned, and where me and Lou fed for the first time.

"Okay. Just don't eat anyone. I'll be there soon." They nod and speed off, Zayn a bit glumly. Oh yeah, I forgot, this is also where Zayn met his girlfriend, Perrie. They fought recently, so she might be an ex. I won't say that around Zayn, though. I actually have some sense and would like to keep my head on, thank you very much.

I walk towards the store and curse under my breath as I see the "Open" sign is turned off. I see a grand total of two people inside, though, and since one is an old woman, I know that the one I'm looking for is the pretty girl behind the cash register.